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Here’s to my defeat, raise your glasses, kick your feet

Skin the body, sell the meat to peddler, pastor, and leech

It’s all the same or so I’m told, the preying hawk, the praying mole

The bloody streets, the cell, parole. Hear the elite? Behold

“Boys, we graduate tonight, and we want all our futures bright

And all of our pretty wives white, how they disgust themselves”

But I’ve heard verse from corpse to corpse, and back to dreams do they resort

Eternal voices still report that they woke up to soon

Dayadhvam

Alright, alright, alright, goddamn, crack a can, everything is borrowed

Let us drown this cosmic sorrow, we have gathered here to preach

With our world wide likes and follows, fucking sheep and wolf staccato

It’s a shamed bipolar model, we are guilty each to each

So on, so forth, the world’s so coarse, plastic waves crash on the shore

A precious plague to be ignored, scorch the land, slaughtered lambs

Well how ‘bout four on the floor, 130 beats per measuring our suffering

Can I get a little bit less compassion, more judgement

Damyata

Without

Without

Without

Without

Goddamn